"O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself
a king of infinite space,
were it not that I have bad dreams."
- Hamlet
Act II scene ii

10 February 2016

Poem

The Red Lion

Drinking in a country pub one summer’s dayWatching tiny particles of dustIn cinema slow motionDancing daintily in a sunbeam shaftLike miniscule krill in a bay yet Switch off the sun andYou wouldn’t know the dust was thereBut my friend these particles are everywhereIf you only careTo look.

I sink another glug of beerThis glass ringed as a treeEach line of foam left hereLike a layer of history.Then turn to The GentsOr head for the doorDimly awareThat you need no moreFor that’s time at the barTime at the bar pleaseLeaves dust To Settle.

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